Mood: deny me potty privileges , but constantly refill my cup with water . Tell me that good girls have to stay hydrated , but when I head for the bathroom tell me no . When I whimper and whine , tell me that the more I whine the longer the denials . Watch me clench my thighs and do the potty dance , my facial expressions constantly changing . Pull me into your lap and spread my legs so that they sit on the outsides of yours . Ask me if I need to go potty , ask me if I think I’ve earned that privilege . When I second think myself , wondering if I really did earn it , start working your fingers against my bladder . When I shift and start to squirm in your lap wrap your other arm around me and growl into my ear . Make me melt back against you and fight the urge to squirm . When I start to ask again , work your fingers against my bladder harder . When I tell you “Daddy, no!” tell me that good girls don’t argue . Press against my lower tummy until I can’t handle it anymore and I leak out . Mock me , for not being big enough to control myself . When I can’t fight it anymore and release my bladder while I’m in your lap , taunt and tease me . Comment on the mess that I made , tell that you should rub my face in it and that maybe then I’d learn.
I dunno why it’s such a big fantasy of mine to ride in a car seat, feeling small and sleepy in the backseat. Being buckled in and given a stuffie for the ride. And why its been a fantasy for years now…. I couldn’t tell you but I want it
1. “Are you hungry Little one?“ Daddy catches you you standing on your tippy-toes trying to reach up to the snacks above the cupboard.” Let Daddy do that, you’re too little.“ he easily reaches the place you struggled to touch but instead of pulling down the animal crackers he pushes them further out of the way and instead slices some healthy carrot sticks and apple peices, presented in a shallow plastic bowl. "Daddy knows what snacks are best for you, you’re just a baby.”
2. “Are making a mess?” It’s dinner time and you are trying to enjoy your mac & cheese. The problem is that hasn’t given you a fork, so you have to messy and eat with your hands. “Let daddy do that.” He wipes the cheese sauce off your fingers with the big bin tied around your neck and loads your rounded toddler spork with a mouthful of pasta. “Here comes the air plane.” playfully he makes sure to miss and get some sauce on your cheek. You don’t worry about it though, you’re just a baby.
3. You watch the bubbles hugging the glass of Daddy’s beer, occasionally one breaks free and fizzes to the surface. Daddy notices you are ignoring your ‘baba’. “Let Daddy do that.” he scoops you into his lap so that you’re no longer facing the screen, instead you are looking up at him. The teat of your baby bottle presses against your lips as a Daddy hold it up for you and you suckle like a good girl. You don’t want a bitter grown up drink, you’re just a baby.
4. You shrug off another outfit after checking yourself out on in the mirror. Does the new jacket go with this dress? Does it go with jeans? Have you ordered the wrong size and colour?
Daddy quietly hangs up the clothes you’ve given him but instead or picking your adult dress, he goes to draw where your baby clothes are all folded. “Let daddy do that.” before you can but in and he selects for you a cute onsie and pinafore dress. You obliging hold up your arms and let daddy clasp the snaps at your legs. When looking in the mirror you suddenly look like a little girl trying on your Mummy’s jacket.“ I can’t go out dressed like this.” “You’re just a baby.”
5. You’re snuggled In bed together. Your head rested on Daddy’s chest listening to his breathing. You cuddle your arms and legs around him, he’s like the biggest and bestest Teddy bear. Your other stuffies are in the bed too of course, on standby for when you decide to stop cuddling Daddy. Your comfiness and lull into sleep is disturbed by pressure on your bladder. “Daddy” you whisper, “I need to go potty.” “You’re just a baby.” he mumbles back sleepily. So like a baby, instead of climbing out of bed, you simply relax your bladder and enjoy the feeling of warmth spreading as your thick nighttime diapers soaks up all of your wee-wees. You soon easily fall asleep.
6. It’s morning time and you feel the covers shifting. Daddy is getting out of bed but you get to snooze. Later Daddy returns and gently rocks you awake again. You swing your legs off the end of the bed, your diaper is is heavy and clamy between your legs. You stand and reach for the tapes to take your sodden diaper off, you need to go pee again anyway. Daddy bats your hand away. “Let Daddy do that.” He takes your hand and helps you lay down on the floor. Instinctively you raise your legs and kick them, feeling babyish in your soggy diaper as Daddy sets out a fresh change, powder and wipes. It looks like you won’t be going to sit on the toilet after all. You’re just a baby.
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This is very reminiscent of a certain two babies when we are little… ❤️
Stuffed animals are one of Babygirls favorite things and we use them for so much more then cuddles. As a soft mommy I like finding new and fun ways to talk with babygirl. I have started using her stuffed animals to have really important conversations like kindness, sharing and our feelings!! If you have a little who has a hard time opening up, use play time as your communication time!
Aw, what is it, is the little thing in pain? You don’t understand why I’m hurting you, do you? It’s okay, I’ll explain it to my stupid toy. You said you’d be my perfect doll, remember? That l could choose what you’d look like and dress you up? I simply think you’d make an even cuter dolly with a couple bruises, that’s all. And bruises have to be created first
- Did you just say no? - Who’s the boss here? - Come little one. - Now. - What just came out of your mouth? - Did you just sass Daddy/Mommy? - Over my lap. Now. - You better close that mouth of yours. - You do NOT talk to Daddy/Mommy that way. - Do not make me repeat myself. - Don’t give me cheek little one.. - 3… 2… - Do you need to go in time out?
I just want a little land, home, animals and a garden to share with someone is that too much to ask for?
I have no desires for fancy cars, luxury items and time wasted on distracting nightlife and addictive habits.
Spend time with me, let’s adventure and go camping, make dinner together, sit in the sun and read together. Give me the little things, the simple things, the priceless things.
Submissives crave structure. If you create a world where the decisions are made, expectations are clear, and she knows what to expect, your submissive will do everything in her power to please you. The thing is that you’ll hear a lot about structure and consistency, it’s eluded to all the time, but you’ll rarely hear people talk about what that it looks like.
Structure is more than a set of rules, though rules are a great start. If it’s structure you’re after consistent behaviors are the building blocks. Structure is built by the Dominant, and maintained on both sides. For submissives there’s freedom in knowing what to expect. It may seem boring to most people, but I love knowing that my days will start and end in exactly the same way, and I think most submissives would agree. So it’s down to the nitty gritty… taking a look at what structure looks like.
Disclaimer: It’s not the same for everyone, and that’s okay. Relationships are different, and these examples are to give an idea to those who are struggling. They are not meant to be the be-all-end-all, that defines structure. Also I use feminine pronouns for subs and male for Doms, not because I’m silly enough to believe that’s the only way it goes, but because that’s the sort of relationship I personally am in.
Does she wake up knowing the first thing to do? Is there a message on her phone from you? Is she supposed to let you know that she’s awake? Should she start the coffee while you’re in the shower?
When she goes to get dressed is there a reminder of you? Do you pick out her panties each day? Does she send you a picture for approval? Are skirts expected on certain days?
She’ll be late home tonight. Does she call and let you know? Leave you a text message? Is the note scribbled on the calendar enough?
She wants to make a purchase but she can’t get in touch with you. Does she make it anyway and tell you after? Can she decide to spend, but only up to a certain limit? Does she wait unless it’s an emergency, even if she’ll miss the sale?
She knows you like her legs shaved and smooth. Keeping them smooth is a rule. Does she shave every day? Every other day? How about when she has her period?
So these might still seem like just rules to you, but how about this…
Is it safe for her to come to you when she’s disobeyed. Sure, she should expect punishment, but does she know that your reaction, and her punishment will be rational and equitable?
Does she know that you will call if you’ll be late?
Is she sure she’s doing well because you tell her consistently? Or show her with your affection? (Structure is about eliminating doubt too)
Do you hold her when you’re falling asleep? Do you realize that when you don’t she might worry she’s done something wrong?
If she journals for you, does she know that you’ll read it within a certain time-frame? Do you let her know when you have?
Does she know when to worry that you haven’t contacted her? Does she know you’d never miss a goodnight message unless something is wrong? Or does she assume you’ve fallen asleep or not charged your phone and give you time? How long? 12 hours? 24?
When these questions have answers it’s a sign that a submissive has structure. She knows what to expect, and she knows what is expected. A lot of it is about having rules, and what @instructor144 calls ‘defaults’ (Knowing what to do when you’re not there to ask. ex: If she sends you a picture of her outfit for approval and you don’t respond within 20 minutes, then the outfit is automatically approved).
Some of it is about being predictable as a Dominant. Predictably strict. Predictably observant. Predictably fair. Predictably affectionate. All these things stacked one on the other create the structure that makes a submissive feel safe, loved, and cared for.
You are out with your daddy/mommy and suddenly realize you really have to go potty. You’re wearing a pull-up, but you know Daddy/mommy is counting on you to be a big girl/boy and stay dry-or at least not soak your pull-up like a baby. You wanna make them proud and show how much of a big girl/boy you are by going to the potty, but for one reason or another (i.e., you’re in the car, at the movies, in a store with no convienent bathroom) you can’t just casually get up and go without having to ask/tell them you need to go potty.
Any other time when you’re out “adulting” and wearing your big girl/boy undies, you have no problem speaking up and/or dismissing yourself to go to the restroom like it’s no big deal, but for some reason being struck with such a strong and sudden urge to go pee pee while wearing a pull-up in public is making it super hard for you to verbalize that you have to go. You find yourself getting super quiet and a little squirmy, trying to figure out what to do while you hope the growing urge to pee will just magically go away until you can get to a potty on your own. Of course the urge isn’t going away-in fact, it’s only getting stronger and harder to ignore. Suddenly, a strong wave of desperation hits you and you have to physically react (arch your back, cross your legs briefly, press your thighs together, etc…) to keep from having an accident in your pull-up on the spot like a little toddler.
You almost feel like crying, maybe your eyes even get a little teary, something inside is screaming for you to cling onto your daddy/mommy, tell them in your softest and whiniest voice that you gotta go potty right now, and unabashedly hold yourself and potty dance until daddy/mommy can get you to the bathroom-yet you remain totally silent and try to hide your predicament because you have to figure out what to do by yourself, like the big girl/boy you are.
You can’t imagine anything more silly and little than staying silent and having your daddy/mommy catch you in the state you’re in and ask if you have to potty before you can tell them yourself or worse- rush you to the bathroom without giving you an option-so you don’t have an accident in your pants like a baby…and just as you resolve not to let that happen, because you’re obviously big enough to decide when you need to potty on your own, another stronger urge to pee hits you…but this time your little inconspicuous potty dance isn’t so effective-and to your horror, you feel a little leak trickle into your pull-up. You know it wasn’t much, but it was still enough that you no longer feel a completely dry pull-up rubbing against you as you continue your subtle squirming. Now you know that if you continue to put off telling daddy/mommy that you need to go potty much longer, you’re gonna have an accident whether you like it or not, no matter how much of a big girl/boy you think you are.
You continue to stay quiet, fighting the urge to suck your thumb in an attempt to comfort yourself or hold yourself like a barely toilet trained toddler. Your head is swimming with super helpless, needy little thoughts like, “I really gotta go pee pee”, “Daddy/Mommy, I gotta go potty bad!”, “Oh no, don’t come out!”, “I can’t have a accident-I’m a big girl/boy”.
You just can’t seem to snap yourself out of this needy, helpless headspace, why can’t you just tell them like the big girl/boy you know you are that you have to go pee? Why is it that all it feels like you can do is be super shy while trying to do the most sneaky potty dance you can do to keep yourself from becoming a little potty pants.
Unfortunately, this strategy isn’t working well for you. Another urge to pee washes over you and you brace yourself as subtly as possible, but another leak spills into your pull-up. “Uh-oh it’s coming out!”, the little girl/boy voice in your head thinks as you force your tired bladder muscles to stop the leak and hold on once more. It works, and you’re sure you’ll have time now to get it together and have daddy/mommy to take you to the bathroom. But just as you feel you’ve finally worked up the nerve to speak up, you feel another urge to potty building and you start getting a little panicky inside. You brace yourself to keep holding.
You have to go so bad and you’ve ignored your need to pee for so long now that you’re muscles are too tired to keep holding inspite of you willing them to stay closed. Another leak escapes, you manage to stop it, but just as you think the urge has passed and you can relax, another spurt immediately starts. “Uh-oh! I gotta go potty right now!” you think, this time the “little girl/boy” voice is indiscernible from your own. You desperately try to force yourself to hold on a little longer, but every time you manage to stop the leak, it immediately starts again.
You don’t realize it, but your body language would now easily tip daddy/mommy off that something is wrong, and that their little one may very well be in need of a change very soon, but luckily for you, they haven’t noticed you in your very little, blushy state just yet.
Soon the little start-and-stop trickle turns into longer squirts that feel almost impossible to stop. “Oh no, I’m going pee pee in my pants!”, you think, resisting the almost overwhelming urge to whimper or cry because then you know daddy/mommy will find out about your little accident.
Your cheeks flush a little as you feel your pull-up growing wetter and warmer, and swelling up between your legs inspite of your efforts to stop your accident before it gets any worse.
Fortunately, you’re able to regain control before your pull-up gets obviously swollen. You feel a little better knowing that at least you’re big enough to stop going pee pee in your pull-up before you were “all done” pottying. That means you can still finish going pee pee in the potty like a big girl/boy as long as you don’t put it off much longer. But just then you realize that if you ask Daddy/Mommy to take you to the potty now, they might check your pull-up to make sure you’re keeping it dry…and they’ll find out just how wet you are. Suddenly you feel all the more conscientious of the squishy wet buldge between your legs and you feel your cheeks flush as you think of all the things daddy/mommy might say. “Uh-oh baby, you’re already really wet, why didn’t you tell daddy/mommy you had to go pee pee sooner?”, they’d ask if they checked you before you went potty, or “Did you have a little accident earlier that you didn’t tell me about, or did you just not make it to the potty in time?” they’d ask if they waited to check you till after you went potty, fully expecting you to answer for the soggy state of your pull-up. “Well, that’s okay, little girls/boys have accidents sometimes. Let’s go get you changed into a nice clean diaper…we can try big girl/boy pull-ups again another day” they might insist. “But I’m not a baby! I am a big girl/boy, I promise!!!” You tell yourself.
Your cheeks are burning now, you don’t know how to tell daddy/mommy about your little accident and the need to finish going pee pee is only growing stronger by the moment. To make things worse, your wet pull-up is only making it harder to hold your pee in.
What should you do now?? Do you take the chance of trying to show daddy/mommy that you can at least finish your pee pee in the potty at the risk of getting put back in diapers for not making it “all the way” or do you hold out to see if you can somehow get away with your accident (maybe you can sneak away to the potty soon and change into a clean pull-up) without daddy/mommy finding out at the risk of completely wetting yourself like a little baby and being caught in your soaked pull-up with no explanation for yourself?
Perfect regression scenario. What I wouldn’t give to genuinely reclaim this sort of shyness and vulnerability related to the potty, or to be with someone who has. Nothing compares to the memory of low-grade panic at the thought of admitting that you have to go to the bathroom.
I see so much about having to beg for a change but.. I love a squishy diaper. I want to innocently come sit in your lap and wait until you notice just how many accidents I’ve hidden. Hide my face behind my hands and have another one until I’m leaking in your lap. Mischievous grins and giggling while anxiously awaiting your reaction and then.. waddle away quickly. A leaking baby on the loose! Being chased down for a change and the sound of pitter patter, crinkles and “catch me if you can I’ll be your squishy little baby forever Daddy!”. Being caught and carried for a change and giving my very best sorry while I cling onto you.. yes please
Imagine seeing an outfit laid out for you with matching cuffs and bondage. Having to casually wear ankle and wrist cuffs because you never know when you’ll be bound to something wether it’s yourself or various hard points throughout the house..
